The grim small fish village of Portuselvan lies on the distant rock-bound east coast. Before the collapse of the Republic 's economic system and the coup by the superior general the inhabitant had just about managed to make a living from fishing, setting drift meshwork from bluff rugged give clinker built boats launched from the open beach in the lilliputian bay.


But now there was n't even a market for the sardines caught there. As they no longer received any cash for their pinch the inhabitants could no longer buy flour to make bread and had to resort to eating just the fish they had caught, along with the few vegetables they managed to turn in the thin stony soil in their gardens. More importantly the fisherman could no longer afford to pay boat detergent builder to resort or put back their boats, nor to buy new nets, although their wives did quite a honest job of repairing the old ones.


Shayla lived with her widowed female parent in a humble low two roomed cottage. For the finish twelvemonth since her father 's gravy holder had gone missing during a storm they had lived mainly on the few vegetables they had managed to grow in their tiny garden, supplemented by the periodic few fish they had earned by helping to launch and recoup the toilsome sauceboat through the surf.


Although assisting with the boats improved their diet it was at a cost to their fund of old working clothes which rotted from the salt body of water and were then torn apart by the breakage surf. Shayla sadly reflected that the men would supervise with just the aid of their wife on serene days, when they could withdraw their prison term pulling boats in with the winch at the head of the beach. But if the sea was up stop number was of the essence and they would willingly pay a few fish from their catch for any help in quickly hauling boats in before they broached or were pounded apart on the beach.


In this wild remote hamlet it was the custom for some of the espouse cleaning lady to preserve their clothes by stripping from the waist down when working in the surf with their hubby present. In the frantic struggle to safely retrieve the previous yet increasingly frail boat and their apprehension men had no prison term to stare at their neighbour married woman and the cold, wet and physical exertion precluded any lustful thoughts.


However `` Black '' Jak was known for scorning the anger of the other men by staring at their wives with a leering concentration while making his own frail, subdued youth married woman struggle to recover his own boat wearing just a few shredded tabloid around her shoulders which afforded small reserve or warmth.


After the wintertime tempest had torn yap in their ceiling, which the two women could only manage to indemnify by stuffing turf in the fix, and with their scrimpy stock of potatoes from the old class rotted, Shayna 's mother kept pressing her to find a hubby. Perhaps she could discover a Lester Willis Young man from another Greenwich Village along the coast, although as the increasingly decrepit small gravy holder struggled to last out at sea there were far Thomas More widows than bachelor-at-arms in every cove. Inland the berth was almost as bad. There were certainly a few more young men, but mainly extra miners unsuccessfully trying to survive by labouring or, more often, thieving.


Early one Billy Sunday good morning, after four twenty-four hours of storms, the sea finally died down by adequate for Jak to attempt to launch his sauceboat. None of the other fisherman were up, but as Jak neither expected not got any help from them it made no difference to him.


With Jak on one English and his married woman on the other they hurriedly pushed the heavy boat out into the breaking seas. A large breaking wafture lifted the boat so that his wife lost her footing and slipped so that as the wave receded the keel crashed down onto her shinbone, snapping them and pulling her beneath the water. Jak clambered up into the boat and reached over the other side to grab at her. As the waves rolled over her head he managed to grasp her tatterdemalion shirt, but, as he pulled, the crappy material came away in his hand. Again and again the boat pounded on the beach, it sprang a plank near the keel and water started running in. Jak hurriedly grabbed a boat-hook and grappled for his wife 's pallid eubstance floundering in the surf. After respective loser to get the draw beneath her axilla he managed to lodge it beneath her rib cage and roughly hoist her body aboard. Dropping her weakly twitch trunk onto the flooded tail board he leapt out onto the beach and hurriedly re-attached the windlass overseas telegram to the bolt at base of the boat and ran to winch the half flooded sauceboat back out of the destructive surf.


Once the damaged boat was safely clear of the moving ridge he walked turn it and saw the water system draining from a rotten plank which hung broken from its Hull. He then scrambled aboard again and looked at his wife 's tattered body lying lifeless in the blood line stained water, animal foot sticking out at unnatural angles and a broken rib sticking bloodily out from a few in below her left titty, reminding him of the price to his precious boat. He roughly jammed her crumpled au naturel clay beneath the short foredeck before returning to evaluate the damaged planking.


If he could find a replacement plank, a few nails and some tar and old rope he hoped he could get his craftiness seaworthy again, if not he would give lost his keep. As he walked up from the beach to seek out old Tam pollock he passed other fisher with their sept now heading down to launch their boats, as usual he said goose egg to them and they said nothing to him, although a few did nod a silent acknowledgement to the big taciturn man. He stopped off at his bungalow on the way and put half a dozen Sardina pilchardus from his store cupboard into a bag which he took with him. As he walked he wondered what to do with his wife's body, he really couldn't be bothered with a funeral ; her family would no doubt come over from Ermehaven and hold on belittling him like they did when he got married and all the villagers would have a bun in the oven food and ale or cyder which he couldn't afford. Perhaps he should just say she had left him, or indeed just say naught at all. The entirely advantage in having her buried properly would be that he would be free to engage a new wife and be married by the government minister up at St Elvan. But then not all the `` marriages '' in these godless hamlet were recognised by the chapel service anyway. No, he decided, there was no want for a funeral, once he had repaired the boat he could just dump her corpse at sea, if he cut it up a bit it might even act as primer come-on and get him a bigger catch.


Old Tam lived in a cave Dixieland of Portuselvan, Jak had n't been up there since he had been married and the pile of limpet shells which gave an indication of the old solitary 's dieting had grown considerably. The cave entrance was protected by an upended rowing boat with a doorway cut in it and a metal pipe sticking out of the top alongside the bow issued a faineant wisp of smoke from a peat flame.


An old bent man, with long grey straggly hairsbreadth and beard almost merging with the twit Lady Jane Grey rags he wore, challenged Jak `` What you after ? ``


Jak opened the bag he was carrying to uncover the fish interior before replying `` Boat needs repairing. '' He went on to describe the damage and the materials he needed to restore it. The old man disappeared into his subterraneous abode and Jak waited. He knew that anything with any conceivable future use which was washed up on the coast thereabouts invariably found its way into Tam 's cave.


As he sorted through the good deal of broken musical composition of planking Tam had produced from the depth of his cave Jak was unusually talkative to the old hermit. He knew Tam never spoke more than was absolutely requisite and, by the nature of his business organization kept a honorable many secrets. After discussing the best way to get the substitution board to fit snugly he went on to mention that he wanted to pretend certainly his wife 's carcass did n't moisten ashore.


'' What a waste '' the old man sadly replied, shaking his head.


'' Aye, she were a good puff at nighttime. Though too decrepit to be much use handling the boat ; after all that 's what killed her ... '' Jak admitted.


'' No. No that was n't really what I meant '' replied the old man. `` Though those Sardina pilchardus you 've brought will be a welcome change from limpets and gulls'eggs I admit. No it 's a shame to course her to the fishes. '' The old man gazed wistfully out to sea `` I was given a nice piece of pork about six months ago by a Fannie Farmer I helped out. But since then .... '' he looked down at the discarded limpet shells `` Ah well, I suppose your sardines will at least be a alteration ... though I do detest waste ! ``


Jak set off down to the village struggling to post a small caskful containing salt, as well as several planks, some oakum in the bag he had taken the Pisces up in and a out of practice tin containing some sticky Grant Wood tar.


At outset horrified by old Tam 's proposition, the more he thought about it as he walked back, the more logical it seemed. Anyway now he had promised him a cut from the carcass, and no-one broke promises to Tam.


He waited until long after dark to take away his wife 's corpse from the boat. She felt even lighter in demise than when she was animated. He had been daydreaming about giving her common cold raw consistency one final fuck, but now she had stiffened into an unnaturally contorted airs he satisfied himself by just masturbating over her and smearing his sperm over the pale flesh of her torso with both script. He then sat staring at her for a couple of instant before getting to his animal foot and hanging her body up by the articulatio talocruralis from a baulk in a nerveless night corner of his cottage. He placed a pipe bowl beneath her then went to a drawer and got a knife to piss deep deletion across her throat and both wrist, to allow any remaining blood to drain out before he started to butcher the carcass ready for salting.


The adjacent dawn it was becalm and gay and he could start repairing his boat. He cut out the develop musical composition of plank, leaving as much as possible to be pushed back into place and refastened. As he worked he thought about the several widows in the village. His for the first time attempt at cutting one of the replacement pieces of planking to fit the hole was totally unsatisfactory, the problem with re-using old piece of music of woods was that they would n't bend to suit the slim but composite breaking ball of the Hull. The trouble was, he pondered, that the strongest of the eligible widow were also the to the lowest degree attractive. He started cutting and carving the following piece of old plank more carefully. He frowned as he wondered if he could take two 'wives', perhaps keeping one a secret in his cottage ; but no, for women were such chit-chat the other would soon be letting the unanimous Village know. The resulting plank fitted roughly and with some careful packing and caulking would probably do, but perhaps he should also see what he could make from the third one.


Another fisherman wandered nearby and stood watching for several second base before Jak turned and glared at him. Not wishing to begin yet another confrontation with the obnoxious black bearded man the other fisherman silently nodded approval then turned away. `` wife 's left me '' he was surprised to pick up Jak mutter buttocks him as he prepared his own gravy holder for sea.


Jak decided the second plank he had worked on was the skillful fit, he wedged it in place and drilled hollow to fix it to the frames. But to tighten the rivets he needed a assistant to hold the arduous iron dolly on the rivet head outside while he clenched the spot over on the inside. Usually around mid-day there would be several women gutting fish, mending cyberspace or just chatting in the vicinity of the beach, often including the widow woman he had been thinking about, now would be a thoroughly chance to get one to help him and perhaps even suggestion her. But as the early gravy boat had only just put out again after the recent violent storm there was no such work to do and the only sign of activity was several dirty ragged children playing at the water 's border and the slender young daughter of one of the widows he was after.


But he wanted to get the repair completed and to hold in the sauceboat for leaks while it was so calmness, so he bellowed across to the girl `` Shayla ! I need a hand. ``


She turned and looked down the beach at Jak. He always made her smell uncomfortable, with his bushy black eyebrow and a perpetual frown he never seemed to have a polite or form word for anyone.


Seeing her observation but motionless annoy Jak. What was it with charwoman, they either ignored you or, at best, had to be told everything twice. `` I ca n't do this on my own, it wo n't fill tenacious and I 'll give you some Sardina pilchardus afterwards. ``


She started ambling down the beach towards him. Jak frowned, with her thin fount and slender weapons system she reminded him of his married woman and he doubted she would get the strength to hold the dolly firmly in place.


Jak was surprised how well Shayla managed, helping him with the riveting. Looking over the gunwale to channelize her each time she repositioned the dolly he began to admire what he could see of her body and realised she was certainly substantial and fitter than his married woman had been despite her one-half starved appearance.


Even as Jak was making that comparability she asked him `` Where 's your wife then ? ``


'' Gone '' came the curt reply.


When they finished she stood up, her cotton shirt soaked with sudation. Seeing Jak staring at her Shayla turned away embarrassed, aware of how her sweat was making her shirt stick to her body. Looking over her shoulder she asked `` Where 's these sardines you promised then ? ``


'' If you come up to my bungalow in a couple of minute I 'll give way you a punter dinner party than sardius '' he replied with a smile which she found slightly alarming.


'' Can my mother arrive too ? '' Shayla asked.


Jak paused a few import to recall about that. During that morning it had indeed been Shayla 's mother he had been thinking about. But now, looking at the girl, he decided he preferred her.


'' She did n't serve, did she '' he morosely replied.


'' If you give me the Sardina pilchardus you promised I could share them with her '' she challenged.


As she turned away he stated `` See you in a couple of hours. '' but she did n't reply.


vertebral column home Shayla found that, as she and her mother had not been needed to attend in the launching and retrieval of boats for over a hebdomad, they no longer had any food for thought left whatsoever, none of their few veggie in the stony garden being ready yet. Feeling debile with huger following the good afternoon 's work she apprehensively headed for Shirley Temple Black Jak 's cottage.


Jak had had to play quickly. He jammed the partly butchered remains of his wife into an empty cask and built up his fire to fry some of the cut up pieces of form while setting aside a few mug 's eggs. He then hurried down to the north end of the beach and collected some kelp which on his return key he started to boil.


As Shayla approached Jak 's bungalow, a slightly large construction than her mother 's crude low hovel, she recognised the smell of stewed seaweed. Even when hungry she found the penchant of kelp alongside Pisces quite disgusting, so she resolved just to eat the inevitable sardine or crab. Seeing the miss approaching Jak quickly started frying the pieces of substance. When she timidly entered the darkness bungalow she immediately smelt something unusually appetising. `` What 's for dinner party '' she could n't assist asking.


'' porc '' came his monosyllabic reply.


With the fat taste of the list fried pork Shayla actually found the kelp just about satisfactory, while she mused that she really needed to make the feat to attempt out gulls testis herself, though, regretfully, she did n't think her mother had any salt left.


Although she still felt uncomfortable in his presence Shayla assisted Black Jak with his boat on several occasions over the next few hebdomad, attracting curious feel from some of the former villagers who whispered amongst themselves about her inexplicable behaviour.


Several times Jak considered taking Shayla by force while she visited his cottage. Her only living relative was her female parent and he did n't really think that anyone else would chafe seriously challenging him. On the former hand, although he felt positive he could beat and terrorise her into working for him, it was marvellous that he would be capable to prevent her from eventually running away. He decided to take his time.


Unfortunately although he tried to thoroughly salt the hacked apart remains of his married woman he did n't really bang how to cure it properly, perhaps it was n't common cold enough when he rubbed in the salt ? Anyway a few workweek later what remained of her had become stinking, while Jak sensed that Shayla did n't find the strong salt flavour as appetising as the fresh gist he had been able to provide her on the first two occasions.


He decided that if he was to remain his seduction he needed to acquire some impudent 'pork'. So he headed inland, past tense St Elvan, to a prominent mart town. He had n't been inland since the coup d'etat and was surprised to determine life seemed as bleak there as on the coast. unemployed people and displaced mineworkers wandered about the countryside barefoot, begging and stealing, being repeatedly chased on by worried farmers. In and around the township he found starving female ex-colliers indecently exposing their soma as they offered their physical structure to anyone with a few coins or some nutrient while keeping a lookout for soldiers or police tasked with rounding them up. This suited Jak 's role admirably. He tried to seem come off and uninterested as he assessed their possibilities, he decided to select a whore from the border or, ideally, from outside town.


After spending nearly an 60 minutes surreptitiously following several girls who were exposing shoulders, thigh and abdomen to male genus Passer by, imagining what he might do with each one, he finally selected a desperately tired and hungry looking untried woman slumped at the roadside wrapped in just a dirty piece of old sack. As he stood looking at her from the other side of meat of the route her thin arm reached out in his instruction and she raised her mind to reckon at him with big pleading eyes set in a thin, raddled face. Jak thought she might accept looked attractive were it not for the inglorious eye and several broken teeth, but as it was she looked unbelievable to be missed by anyone.


He took her by the hand and she pulled back asking `` Got any money ? ``


Jak did n't reply but opened his bag to discover four sardines tied together with a piece of string.


She nodded and got to her base, then suggested `` In the woods over there then ? ``


But he gently pulled her in the opposite direction saying `` I heard there are troops in Town rounding up prostitutes. ''


'' Oh shit ! Not again '' she sobbed, hurrying along with him `` I 've seen them marching becharm whores from the City, none are ever seen alive again ! ``


She managed to walk lupus erythematosus than three mile then, her scanty feet bleeding and weak with hunger she stumbled to her human knee `` Please, if you 're going to eff me do it now and give me something to eat '' she pleaded, looking hungrily at his bag.


Black Jak did n't waste his intimation replying. Looking around the overt moorland he could see that there was no-one within a mile of them, so he gently took her look in his will deal and turned her spite face towards him. As she smiled up at him he swung his right clenched fist into her side with all his strength, shattering her nose. As she fell from her kneeling position onto her back he reached down, grabbed her shapeless rotten sacking garment just below her neck and tore it from her physical structure in tattered comic strip. She instinctively covered her bloody font with her hired man and rolled onto her English. Jak noticed regretfully how little essence there was on her ribs before kicking her hard in the belly with his hard boot. As she weakly flapped and jerked about naked on the ground she reminded him of a shore Pisces in the bottom of his gravy boat. He bent and grabbed her right ankle to drag on her into the gully of a low peaty stream.


Though the tearful whore still struggled weakly Jak easily threw her on her back over one of the many Boulder around which the flow trickled lazily. He hurriedly dropped his pant then grabbed her knees and spread her cut second joint spacious. He looked her in the case expecting to see scourge or pleading in her eyes, bit instead just saw indifferent hopelessness. He had to use his digit to get his swollen cock into her dry snatch, even though it was by no means tight. Still she just lay limply draped over the rock, the finger of her left wing script trailing in the water.


He realised that fucking her bendable unresponsive soundbox was n't turning on, he reached forward and put both hands round her small neck opening and lifted her forefront to look at her expression as thrust more vigorously into her. He started to squeeze ; at finale feeling some reaction as her consistency tensed and her slender hands futilely grasped his wrist he felt himself coming. Heedless of her finger digging into his blazon he crushed her trachea and continued to a stiffen his grip until he could feel the front end of her neck vertebrae with his thumbs. At stopping point her eyes widened and looked into his with terror. Smiling, Jak thrust two more times to empty his built up sperm into her. Panting, and feeling a bit light headed, he stood and looked down as her trunk started to skid sideways into the water.


He pulled her back into the essence of the rock and roll before reaching across to his bag for the knife and hatchet he had brought with him. With three strokes of the hatchet he severed her drumhead and watched for a few seconds as the reddish pink water supply rolled it away downstream, her long Brown hair reminding him if grass wrack moving beneath the waves.


Jak lifted the carcass by its feet and watched the lineage trickling into the water system from the messy stump of its neck.


A one-quarter of an hr later he was on his way home with crudely butchered limbs and racks of rib in his bag. He reflected that he should perhaps have cut her knife out as a fineness before her caput was washed away. The discarded work force and base and other small bits, such as the shattered pinch bone, would soon be scattered by foxes once they had finished with the guts and lungs leaving just a mutilated pelvis, and perhaps a shoulder blade, at the scene of her death.

Approaching the number off the primary road for St Elvan Jak saw a newly erected gibbet from which hung the gently swaying pale slender consistence of a youth from which several early boys had just finished stripping the apparel and were arguing who should have what. Around its neck opening was hung a card recording label on which was scrawled the word THIEF.


Jak reflected that he need n't experience gone to so much trouble to get some more pith, if only he had known some would be hung up so conveniently nearer home. He also regretted not having picked a better fed victim. On the former hand he could at least partly apologize his action as putting a wretched starvation wench out of wretchedness, and he had enjoyed the day out.


All thing considered he supposed that, although citizenry might not approve, he was doing more good than trauma. Perhaps this time he should be more generous, rather than letting good meat rot and go to waste. Yes, he decided, he might even ease up some to the rector up as St Elvan, in interchange of course for some of the fantabulous veggie he was renowned for.


well, Shayla was delighted to find Jak serving fresh centre again, instead of the salty and increasingly unpleasant clay of the first lot ; and with potatoes, parsnips and noggin too !


Shayla 's mother was delighted too when her daughter brought back base some of the pork. But Shayla now became slightly concerned that others were sharing in Jak 's commodity fortune too. In particular Elza, a dark haired widow only about six years older than her who had started helping to establish and recover Jak 's boat. That fair sex was inviolable than Shayla and had, she felt, been of more use to Jak in handling the sauceboat on the beach. Furthermore Elza had more sonsy breast than Shayla and generally seemed more attractive, mature and confident.


The next time Jak was out a violent storm blew up unexpectedly. Shayla kept watch for Jak 's gravy holder returning. Two other boats returned to the cove first, the hard retrieval up the beach of both those was helped by four or five other fisher and their household. As soon as she saw Jak 's boat heading in unit of ammunition the rocky headland she ran down to the bound of the crashing breakers. She waded into the breaking waves and reached for the gunwale of the boat as Jak steadied it with the oars, but as she caught give a large wave lifted the gravy holder and at the same time swept her off her understructure. Jak had leapt out onto the beach on the the paired side and could n't see that Shayla had been dashed back against the incline of the boat before she could regain her human foot. The bow of the boat pounded heavily on the pebbles and shingle loosening the metal flight strip which protected the stem and keel. Shayla 's feet found the beach again and she reached for the heaving curtain call but the bump end of the metal keel comic strip caught her shirt, ripped through it to cut her just below her left breast then, as the fore sank again pulled her back down beneath the waves.


Although he could n't see her Jak was yelling and cursing at Shayla as the boat started to swan sideways onto the beach. He was relieved to pick up an answering shout, not from Shayla but from Elza who was now running down the beach to his aid. With Elza 's help the sauceboat was got substantial to the beach again and as it was lifted on each successive wave they dragged it slightly further up. Satisfied that the keel was wedged on the shingle for a few moments Jak dragged the transmission line from the windlass at the head of the beach up to the eyebolt in the bow and hooked it on. In just those few seconds the sauceboat started to broach again, and Jak was surprised to see one of the other fisherman running to his aid. But as he reached the piddle 's edge instead of helping with the bucking gravy holder he floundered in the breakers for maybe half a minute before dragging Shayla 's unconscious body out ; battered, bleeding and almost naked from the waist up. As Jak and Elza continued to slowly call up the gravy holder from the Wave several other villagers joined in to help revive Shayla then to help oneself her, shivering and humiliated, back to her mother's.


For the side by side span of days all the sauceboat in the cove were stormbound but Shayla sat in vain waiting for a visit from Jak. Her female parent set out in the rain, shawl over her head, and returned, shivering and soaked to the skin, with some limpets and some kelp. Despite the hungriness pangs gripping her stomach Shayla could only take herself to eat one modest spoonful of the revolting cornmeal mush after they had been boiled together.


Her female parent told how she had heard that the government minister had had run-in with Jak about the 'pork'he had given him in exchange for vegetables. Having kept several pigs over the years he expressed his opinion that the meat Jak had given him, supposedly acquired in exchange for sardius and mackerel, had come from a longer limbed creature than a pig. He had then started to lecture Jak about the fact that even the apparently wild ponies on the moor still in fact belonged to someone, but Jak brusquely interrupted and showed him the door.


Walking towards the cove in the evening after the rainfall had stopped she realised that she had taken the route past Jak 's bungalow, from which came the mouthwatering olfactory modality of centre cookery. The wind having started to die down mid-day the sea was now a lot LE rough and she guessed that the boat would be putting back out in the sunup.


Soon after sunup Shayla was down on the beach helping Black Jak launching. Elza was there too. Tired and hungry, still feeling a bit rigid and sore from the banging she had received during the storm three mean solar day earlier Shayla sat watching as Jak raised sail and cleared the promontory. Elza smiled condescendingly at her as she turned for home. Shayla hated the old cleaning lady, yet could find no outlet for her frustration.


When at long terminal Jak returned with his catch the evening was still, cold and misty. He was exhausted from having to row back after being becalmed for many hours and the two charwoman easily retrieved hits boat for him. Both received generous component part of meat to charter home as he was too well-worn to manipulate for them. Elza boldly wrapped her arms round his neck and kissed him farewell on his doorstep. Shayla felt gruesome and try on imagining sinking a knife deep into the widow 's across-the-board back.


That night as she sat in front of the fire Shayla brooded on Elza 's increasingly stuffy kinship with Jak. She was slightly sickened by the thought of hugging and kissing him as Elza had done and she tried not to even mean about him making love to her, he seemed devoid of any tenderness or romance. Yet the increasing poverty and thirstiness she was suffering made her lecherousness after the comparative luxury that it can appear Jak could put up. Guessing what might be on her daughter 's judgment her mother warned that Black Jak was an unpredictable, red and purchasable man, piddling liked by the rest of the community. There were several boys of around Shayla 's own age either in their own village out on others nearby who may in a few old age fourth dimension be far more suitable husband. `` If I live that long '' muttered Shayla, as she contemplated sneaking out once everyone was asleep and stabbing Elza as she slept. The thought process of sinking the magnanimous kitchen knife into Elza 's belly just below her rib cheered her up a niggling and she wandered over to the drawer to view the potential weapon.


As she lay awake in bed she recalled the topical anaesthetic custom whereby a young woman could sway a reluctant fisherman suitor to accept her as his wife by offering herself as a whore to the whole community, her honour being redeemed by the man immediately taking her as his spouse. Traditionally this was done by going, in public perspective, to help with his sauceboat on the beach stark naked, her disgrace being avoided by the man immediately wrapping his shirt or crown round her which signified that he had taken her as his married woman. The moment of rejection would of course be add and pure abasement, the lady friend being left naked offering her soundbox to be used by anyone in front of the whole community. In living memory no man had been so cruel as to winnow out his wooer on such occasions, but when the man in interrogative was Jak, and with the pertinacious presence of Elza, Shayla knew she would be taking a howling risk. If Jak did n't accept her she knew she would be forced to take flight far from the village, but then, she reasoned, she might as well hurt the indignity of starving away to nothing well away from anyone who knew her. uncalled-for to say the rector up at St Elvan made sure he had nothing whatsoever to do with such proceedings, in any example few of the 'marriages'along that godless glide were recognised by church or chapel. Having decided not to hit Elza in her bed Shayla at last dropped off to an queasy sleep.


it was still, stale and clear the next morning. Two gravy holder had already launched and the fisherman were pulling them fill out the headland with the oars in search of wind. A couple of Old men had decided to hold off a bit before launching in the hope of a breeze, while Jak had just arrived and was laying down the round pieces of wood over which his sauceboat would be slid down to the water supply 's edge.


Even as Shayla stood momentarily at the top of the beach, her resolve weakening, Elza ran past towards Jak. Taking a deep breather Shayla removed her shawl, dropping it the dry land, then started to unbutton her shirt. It was all taking too long, Elza was already helping steady the boat as it was slid down the beach, Shayla grasped her shirt with both hands and ripped it apart, heedlessly shedding clit from one of her few remaining undamaged garments, and cast it aside before dropping her skirt and trouser in a single movement and striding brazenly towards Jak.


Aware of all the oculus that must surely be on her stark naked body she stared uncoiled ahead towards Jak 's gravy boat as she walked down the beach. Moving to the face-to-face side to Elza she helped stabilise the boat as it entered the pee. Even before it was fully inundated Elva abandoned her post and stepped back onto the beach then to Shayla 's horror, and Jak 's mental rejection, hurriedly tore off all her clothes too !


As the two au naturel woman continued pushing the boat into deep water Shayla, hearing pennywhistle and scoffing from ashore, already sensed that she had lost. As she now feared Jak, after frantically unbuttoning his shirt and stripping to the waist, draped his shirt over Elza 's shoulders then, with barely a glance at Shayla, reached down with both hands and hauled Elza aboard with him.


Defeated, Shayla sank to her knee in the water so the sea could hide her nudity as Jak pulled the boat out towards the head, pointedly averting his gaze from her. However Elza stared at Shayla with a full smiling and gave a little Wave when she was sure Jak was n't watching !


Suddenly Shayla felt her hair grabbed and was yanked backwards off balance. She looked up to see pity, her childhood Quaker, angrily pulling her ashore with tears in her eye. `` How could you do that, you whore ! '' she spat. Two other younger little girl grabbed Shayla 's coat of arms once she was ashore and roughly dragged her up to the branding iron boat winch. She felt herself being draped on her back over the hard frigidity winch and even as she sobbed in dissent her weapons system and ankles were pulled down and reverberate to its rusty figure with uncouth bits of discarded net rope.


'' Do n't you make bold bear on her Albert ! '' she heard the familiar voice of Mrs Van Fred Hoyle shrieking at her married man.


'' Go for it Fredrik '' called another young male vocalization `` You can get to bed a virgin for free ! ``


'' No ! No ! Let me go ! '' screamed Shayla in shame and threat. If rejected she had just expected to be ostracised and forced to flee.


'' dolt, stupid cow ! '' she heard George Herman Ruth 's voice again, half shriek, half sobbing.


'' That 's it Fredrik, go for it ! `` yelled some other youth as he dropped his trousers.


Shayla could n't see what was happening between her stage but felt finger's breadth probing her private percentage then she instinctively realised either Albert or Fredrik 's penis was trying to figure her.


'' No ! Why are you doing this to me '' Shayla screamed in disbelief.


'' It wo n't go in ! Her slit 's too nasty ! '' That was definitely little Fredrik 's voice.


'' She 's a Virgin you prick '' laughed another boy.


'' Just military force it in and she 'll pop ! '' With repugnance Shayla recognised Sultan of Swat 's voice encouraging Fredrik 's intrusion of her.


'' No ! please no ! Mrs Van Edmond Hoyle, please stop them ! No ! '' There was only pain in the neck as she lost her virginity, pain in her cunt and pain as Fredrik dug his fingers deep into the sides of her stomach.


Shayla 's voice was becoming hoarse from screaming `` pity ! Please stop him ! Oh God, no ! '' she pleaded. As Ruth moved round into her theater of operations of thought the pain started to transform into something gratifying. Something shameful yet resistless. `` Oh God ! Oh ! Fuck ! No ! Do n't stop ! No ! ``


The looking on Ruth 's side changed from anger to disgust `` Shayla, no ! You whore ! You slut ! What 's happening to you ? No ! `` She picked up a rounded pebble from the beach and hurled it straight at Shayla 's typeface. As the pain from her cheekbone beneath her result eye registered the side by side one struck her on the incline of the neck. As she turned her fountainhead towards commiseration another stone struck her from behind. At the like clip as her belly and breakwater exploded in her for the first time ever real number orgasm a profound gemstone impacted on her rib-cage knocking the hint out of her.


Shayla turned her read/write head towards her new assailant and saw two minuscule young lady together with Mrs Van Hoyle all with raised arms preparing to hurtle another burst of pebbles at her extend bare dead body. Turning her header the former way a fraction of a sec before the Stone viciously struck her pep pill soundbox she saw Fredrik grinning happily at her. In that case, she thought in panic, who the infernal region was fucking her now ?


'' Fred ... '' she started to plead.


The import she looked into his eyes he drew back his foot and, as he spat out `` harlot '', kicked her cruelly in the right breast with his weighty boot.


The salvo of stones must have knocked her senseless for a few minutes or two for when she came to no-one seemed to be fucking her any more and she was shivering uncontrollably. She could n't afford her right eye as it seemed to be covered in a steamy fluid, probably her own stock. Looking around the minor must either have lost interestingness in abusing her or been retrieved by their parents. Two older fisher sat staring at her, with their married woman stood nearby staring equally intently at them. However ambling towards her from the focal point of the unforesightful breakwater was old Tam Pollack.


'' Well ! '' he exclaimed, as he got closer `` You 've fucked up well. ``


He slowly walked round her. She 'd heard of old Tam of line, and indeed seen him from a aloofness gathering gull'eggs on the cliffs and combing the debris left at the high up water mark for anything of use.


finish up he looked even More colourless than she had imagined, lank grey pilus half covering his thinly cruddy grey wrinkled face and merging into the tattered colourless tabloid he wore.


He stood alongside her, looked her load battered physical structure up and down then grasped the bruised and bloody breast that Fredrik had kicked and squeezed hard.


Shayla screamed !


She had screamed before, at the agony of being bound and raped, at the climax of her involuntary X, at the pain from being pelted with pebbles, but this was a scream not just of pain but of terror at what unknown agony might happen next. She fought against her bonds until the Mexican valium broke through her skin. Her already contorted body arched upwards so her lower rib looked as if they were trying to burst through her tightly stretched, bruised and bloody, skin. Her mouth opened so wide that she dislocated her jaw. She pissed herself, a bantam fountain of yellow urine rising between her straining thighs before subsiding three or four irregular later.


As Tam moved round to place upright between her legs he disappeared from Shayla 's view. She did however notice the remaining villagers hurrying away, back to their homes. Albert Van Hoyle had been hoping that she might be left bound to the winch all night, in which casing he could stood a opportunity of sneaking back out once his married woman was at rest. But he sensed that Tam Pollack had early ideas for the pathetic naked whore.


She felt his bony hands grabbing and feeling her, then he pushed four digit of his right script roughly into her vagina. The pain from her jaw stopped her from screaming loudly again and she lay back hopelessly and hoped that the moving ridge of annoyance from his fingers probing, stretching and tearing at her voiced tissue would just give up or at least lessen. Then he withdrew his fingers and his slit poke deep into her. Compared with the boys'cock she had experienced so far this was something thicker, harder and, most terrifyingly, far longer. He thrust deep, so deep into her, at each knife thrust pulling her buttocks viciously towards him so the end of his tool felt as though it was a separate malevolent living creature trying to intrude on her stomach by force. Shayla vomited the few remaining runny acidic contents of her abdomen out of her rima oris only for about of it to run into her horn in, stinging her anterior naris.


It was with a sense of relief that she so soon felt the old man 's foul seed gushing deep into her in what felt like a prodigious quantity. Moments after he had fully withdrawn his immense stopcock he moved back stave to Shayla 's dangling head teacher and to her Brobdingnagian relief untied the ski binding from her arms, carefully putting the snatch of rope into his sac. Moving back to her legs and feet he unbound her ankles from the rusty winch but to her consternation immediately tied them both tightly together, then taking the early bits of rope from his pouch added a long iteration. Moving alongside Shayla as she weakly struggled to lift her head and berm he stared expressionlessly into her eyes as he lifted his right foot and placed the worn sole of his boot against her ribs and pushed her sideways off the winch, the top sharpness of the rust-brown dramatis personae frame tearing across her back before she toppled sideways to flow heavily onto the pebbly ground.


Stunned and in pain she struggled onto her work force and knees. Unable to close her jaw because of the pain Shayla 's pleas for mercy only came out as tongue-tied groan. Suddenly Tam jerked on the loop of circle attached to her ankles pulling her articulatio genus from beneath her so that she sprawled onto her belly. He jerked the roofy again and this time kept pulling so she was dragged along the stony itinerary up from the beach.

Whichever way Shayla twisted the Harlan Fisk Stone and rock set in the dust of the path battered and cut her cubitus, ribs, chest or pelvic arch. Looking back down towards the beach she could see wet stripe and smears of rake on the path, her roue she knew. As the path steepened it became less stony but more uneven with Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree rootage and muddy plunge where small streams crossed. Exhausted from futilely trying to protect her split body she realised with repulsion that old Tam must be dragging her to his cave nearly two miles away. She doubted she would survive that long. As she lost concentration, middle shut fast with the pain as her already badly bruised right bosom was gashed by a sharp bit of protruding root, she failed to forebode a series of grating endocarp steps down to a modest brook and as her painfulness dull body dropped her face slammed down onto the stone bloodily crushing her nose and breaking a couple of her look dentition. In anguish she rolled onto her back, her cut arms weakly reaching towards Tam in useless supplication.


Tam looked back just as her misfortunate blood and mud streaked body dropped down the following step and the binding of her head cracked onto the Edward Durell Stone below knocking her unconscious.


Her hobble carcass was much well-off to embroil, though after about a quarter of a mile Tam, not wanting her to die just yet, dropped the forget me drug binding her bloody ankles and, instead, dragged her by the leave wrist joint for the last couple of hundred yards to his cave.


As Shayna 's awareness slowly returned she experienced zero but pain, freak out and darkness. Of course, this is dying she thought. She drifted in and out of consciousness. Each breath she took hurt her ribs, her jaw hurt but when she tried to shut her open backtalk a stabbing annoyance shot from her jaw to her ear. Her broken nose was still bleeding, and the ancestry from her nose was trickling into her optic. This puzzled her a bit then she realised that she was upside down. She could n't feel her ankles but she did seem to be suspended by them.


She had lost all sense of metre when she heard stochasticity then saw a flickering luminousness approaching. She was puzzled that she could see a pocket-sized fire flickering downwards, then she remembered that she was upside down. She wiped some of the blood away from her right eye to be able-bodied to see better ; old Tam was settling down on the cave floor in presence of her next to a hurricane lamp.


'' Still alive then ? '' he asked. `` Something wrong with you mouth is there ? Lost a few teeth ? '' He leant back and chuckled then picked up the lamp and stood up to analyze her battered stretched dead body more carefully `` You stink, but you 'll probably prevent a bit. '' Sitting back down again he made himself prosperous again `` We 'll need to get some water in you to make surely you utmost long enough. ``


Shayla struggled to get the words out without moving her jaw `` Why ? Why I u'side doun ? ``


'' What ? '' he laughed at her drive. `` Broken your jaw have you ? '' Then he snarled a gap toothed smile `` I can think of quite a few women who 'd profit from that ! ``


Again she painfully tried to speak `` Wha'you doing to ne ? '' her chest heaved as she took another intimation `` Why you hang ne u'side doun ? ``


'' Oh, I 'm so sorry. I need n't bear done that yet, but when we want you later I 'll need to drain the blood from your trunk by cutting your pharynx. '' Tam chuckled to himself at her shocked expression.


Shayla struggled and writhed trying to accomplish up towards her ankles with her hands, but just gasped with pain at the effort before allowing her arms to hang limply again while her physical structure now swayed gently.


'' You did n't really remember it was pork you 've been eating with Jak did you ? '' he asked. `` His married woman 's death was an accident. But to get more he had quite a stumble inland to incur a tart. '' He leant forward and grinned at her `` Are n't we fortunate to find a whore so close to home now ! ``


Shayla wished he would just get on with it and cut her throat.


'' But her meat will final us quite a few daytime yet, so we 'll keep you alive so you 'll be nice and unfermented when we 're ready for you. ''


Tam then shuffled off, but shortly returned holding a cruddy mug of water. He caught cargo deck of her hair and pulled her head up towards him and poured water into her oral fissure. She coughed and only managed to get down a diminished measure without shutting her mouth. Then she was left alone in the cold darkness again.


As the time of day passed the pain seemed to ease lightly, being replaced in percentage by a muffle numb maven. Then she heard voices, she could n't get word what old Tam was mumbling but Jak 's articulation echoed down the cave : `` Where is she then ? '' ... `` I hope you did n't have a go at it her as well ... ''


Jak followed Tam as he walked towards her holding up the flickering lamp. The mo he saw Shayla 's roue stained body hung up like an animal carcass he exploded - `` What the screw have you done to her ? Why 's she hung up like that ? '' He grabbed the lamp from Tam and held it up to where Shayla 's ankle joint were bound to each end of a piece of Sir Henry Joseph Wood about three foot long, itself hanging by a iteration of rope from a draw in the cap. He reached and felt one of her grotesquely swollen blue devil grey tinted feet.

'' You fucking bastard, she 'll never walk again ! ``


Rather shocked at being on the receiving end of Jak 's infamous anger Tam stammered `` But, why ? But ... since when did meat want to take the air ? ``


'' sum ! '' Jak exploded. `` essence ! You dolt, addled, stupid old git ! I want to lie with her not eat her ... ''


'' I did n't know ... how was I to recognise ? '' Tam stared fearfully at Jak. `` You 'll be out of centre soon wo n't you ? ``


'' Yes, but the sermonizer 's reminded me there 's trot for the taking upon the moor. And perhaps some sheep ? '' Jak seemed to calm down a bit, then slowly turned to present Tam. His clenched fist shattered the old man 's nose and cheekbone and sent his head back against the rock with a sickening crack. As Tam slowly slid to the solid ground Shayna could see the bloody smear left on the cave wall.


Jak quickly unhooked the ray of light from the rusty hook and lowered Shayna to the floor. Once he had unbound her groundwork he dragged her nearer to the cave incoming, where Tam had been living, wrapped her in a mantle and offered a mug of water to her lips. Only then did he acknowledge the injuries to her jaw and mouth. `` This will hurt, but it 's got to be done '' he said, firmly grasping her jaw then sharply pushing it up and back. Shayna passed out as the sudden excrutiating nuisance seemed to fool to the very essence of her brain.


When she woke up again she was still slumped in the cave entrance and dusk was falling. When she tried to move she could discover no whiz or control below her calf, she burst into weeping and fell on her side. Shortly after Jak reappeared and told her that he was waiting for swarthiness before taking her back to his bungalow. She then heard him rummaging through old Tam 's vast hoard of collected odds and ends for the next couple of hours.


Shayla had dropped off to catch some Z's when Hall pulled the blanket off her and hauled her upright. Half asleep she tired to endure but with no feeling or control over her feet she fell forwards into Jak 's coat of arms. He hoisted her up face down over his right articulatio humeri and set off for the settlement.


Elza was waiting for him, puzzled where he could take been for so long. At first she did n't recognise the smutty body he carried in with him. Shayla 's bloodstained side was swollen and distorted and her tomentum was matted with blood. As it dawned on her that it was Shayla she shrieked `` What 's she doing here ! What the fuck have you done to the fiddling bitch ? ``


'' I 've done nothing to her, I think old Tam did most of the damage '' he said as he gently laid her on the difficult wooden floor.


'' But why have you brought her back here ? '' she persisted.


'' To fuck of course '' he answered `` She 's a fancy woman now, is n't she ? ``


'' In case you 've forgotten, I 'm your wife now. Get it out of here ! And it stinks ... '' Elza tried to sound in control.


'' Clean her up then ! '' retorted Jak `` I 'll get us dinner. '' He went outside and returned with a rusty bucket containing piss and a rag which he handed to Elza.


She stared at him indignantly then tipped the bucket-full of water over Shayla just as she rolled onto her side, drenching the level `` Will that do ? ``


Jak shrugged in resignation and turned back to frying a couple of small pieces of heart, muttering `` You should be doing this instead of just whingeing and making a mess hall ... '' Once it was cooked he served it with some pre-cooked kelp to himself and Elza, He put some more of the cold mushy Robert Brown kelp on a third plate and set it on the floor in front of Shayla.


Jak did n't sleep with his new wife that night. He pulled a straw mattress out from rampart closet and rolled it out on the floor. Elza grumpily commented `` So you 're taking thoroughly care of your whore then ? ``


'' No, that 's for you. Sorry the floor a bit damp. ''


'' Where 's she sleeping then '' Elza sneered.


'' I suppose she can have the mattress if you 're that concerned about her '' he replied `` I 've brought some cover down from old Tam 's. ``


Elza stood in the brightness level of the spluttering lantern and slowly stripped off, then stood proudly pushing her pectus forward to exhibit her ample breasts. Jak passed her a blanket. `` This is our wedding nighttime '' she pointed out `` unless you count final night out at sea when you kept me rowing half the time ! ``


'' Yes, you 're effective with the boat '' he conceded `` That 's why I 've taken you as my married woman ! '' He looked her naked body up and down, noting her sturdy second joint and thick pep pill weaponry `` But there 's no way I 'd want to fuck you, or even part my bed with you. '' Smiling he looked down at Shayla who looked up at him with her one dear eye as she dragged herself into a recession on all fours. Like an obedient dog, he thought `` The lady of pleasure will do for that once she'a healed up a bit and been washed, properly. ``


'' You fucking bastard '' Elza spat at him. `` You just want a slave to work the boat, while you sleep with that picayune tart ! ``


'' Sounds fair to me '' Jak replied. `` You help with the boat and the earnings, and get well fed for it. She gets fucked, stays locked in the sign doing cleaning, washing and anything else she can do on her knees and gets fed kelp and leftover. ``


Shayla sagged to the storey and lay prostrate. Elza glared furiously `` fountainhead lightlessness Jak, if you do n't alter your ideas you 'll find you 've lost another wife, left you like the finish one did ! ``


Half stared at her, then looked again down her sturdy nude soundbox `` Like the go one went, you say ? ``


'' Yes, you selfish failure '' she replied.


Shayla smiled for the first clip in several days. She looked up at Elza 's pale belly and wondered where Jak kept his knife ...